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ali trop - think about it lyrics

ali trop, aye
(it’s niko in your speakers)

i’m so sick and tired of all these rap n+ggas
all these demons shake my judgment i relapse quicker
sipping henny and dusse, this dark liquor sooth my mood and keep me boozed i need to move up outta trenches
the feds tryda wrap me up so i can’t mention
my business, what type of weapons i keep
what type of n+ggas i’m wit
or where my head lay to sleep or
the ways i get money and dress up in this dior
i switch my vibe up, but n+ggas jack i changed on ‘em
i never chased the clout seeking type but f+ck it ima speak on sh+t
my name buzz in the hood and even places unexpected
i’m a soldier in the field i’m paper chasing so respect it
all these n+ggas in the world, i could never think a b+tch mine
ain’t ever kiss ass for a favor, but you could kiss mine
i’m trapping and i got them flavors, the feens is hungry
so ima post up on the ave and k!ll time
i ain’t wit the street politicking, i couldn’t care less
i’m anybody’s k!ller if you run up, you could get vexed
and i ain’t no ordinary brown boy i’m extraordinary b+tch
and i ain’t paying for no uber if ya p+ssy smell like fish
i don’t want ya love or ya trust
only want ya face down and ya ass up
and if you bring up marriage, shawty ima have to pass up
i’m married already, i’m loyal to the game
and i been seeing this girl lately, and her name is mary jane
i feel like i’m the top boy, they be calling me dushane
and before i even feel it, i go put in h+lla pain
all these hunneds in my palms, i could go and make it rain
why you stripping off rip hoe, you so mother f+cking lame
lemme vibe wit you first, you ain’t even get my d+ck hard
don’t talk about no other n+ggas, you gon get me p+ssed off
gangsta, ion really care about the next man
all my n+ggas told me “ali you gon be up next man”
how you finna show me love in person then talk sh+t when i ain’t round
but i’m keep this sh+t a thou, because i get bands
im flyer than a jet man
dripping when i move so you could call this sh+t the wet dance
in tech pants
my drip exclusive
can’t find this sh+t in h&m
and my shooter boom sh+t
he pop yurkyz like m&ms
and i’m speaking fluent
in guapanese since 2010
i feel like 50 too b+tch
my life wanted by many men
and i’m wyling
got lotta flows and a lotta sounds
i been grinding
got lotta dope and a lotta pounds
i’m on timing
swim in blood, we gon make him drown
and these diamonds
critical, put the lights out
i’m so sick and tired of all these rap n+ggas
all these demons shake my judgment i relapse quicker
sipping henny and dusse, this dark liquor sooth my mood and keep me boozed i need to move up outta trenches
the feds tryda wrap me up so i can’t mention
my business, what type of weapons i keep
what type of n+ggas i’m wit
or where my head lay to sleep or
the ways i get money and dress up in this dior

- ali trop lyrics

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